CHAPTER 2

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Rafe's POV:

"Did you take the compass Rafe?" My father yelled at me, his tone worried and angry.

The room smelled of burnt wood and parchment paper, my chest was rising as I took a breath.

"No dad, I didn't.  Ask Wheezie or...or Sarah-"
"I will not ask again, did you steal my compass?" His voice was calm but frightening.
"I did not, dad-" I pointed at my chest repeatedly hoping he would believe me.
"Get out of my room, I want to see you working or doing something besides purchasing drugs and bikes.
"Dad listen to me." I almost yelled out as his eyes pierced at me.
"No Rafe, I won't be listening to you. Your almost 20 years old, stop disappointing me.  Now leave."

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